Sierra: Sex and CandyMature

Kevin and Ashtyn were having some sort of serious conversation, it looked like, in the bedroom. God only knows when they were finally going to get together, but when they did, any chance I had at nailing Kevin again would be gone. Suddenly Ashtyn threw her arms around him and kissed him. My chances went whistling out the window. Damn that little bitch!

I sighed and turned away. What had I got myself into? For once I was having second thoughts about something.

I slipped out the door, then headed down the street to the one person I knew who could make this crazy plan work. Sam.

I slowly pushed open the door of his flat, which awkwardly, wasn't locked. Walking uninvited into Sam's apartment wasn't very high on my list of reasons to be shot, so I entered very slowly.

"Sam?"

Something round met my temple. "Sierra."

"What, after all this time, and everything I've done for you, you still don't trust me?" I smirked, playing with him. I knew he'd never trust me as far as he could see me.

"What do you want, Sierra?"

"Well..." I glanced sideways at his muscular body. "I've come to ask a favour. Just a little payment after everything I've done for you."

"You know I don't like to share."

"I'm actually not here about that." He took the gun from my temple, and I turned to face him. "My friend is starting a... project. Something that might interest you."

He was silent. I continued, edging ever so slightly closer to him. I could tell he was already interested. "You see, I have this theory. I think you aren't in this business for the money." He snorted. "You actually want to help people, you'd like to see our streets clean again." Sam kept silent. "And obviously, the police aren't helping your cause. But my friend is going to take that into his own hands. Not a revenge deal, just a chance to live a little."

"Who's your friend?" I was oozing sex tonight, and I could tell it was distracting him.

"Kevin White." He was silent again. He knew the White family, knew that they had the standing and, more importantly, the funding to back up any endeavor they undertook.

"We'll see."

"Take some time to think about it. Contact him when you're ready."

"I haven't made any promises yet. But that's not the only thing you're here for, is it?"

And so our tango started again. I pressed my body against him. "No, Sam, it isn't."

"How many times do I need to tell you that I don't like to share?"

I wrapped my leg around his and began to slide it upwards. "If you give me a good enough reason, you won't have to." I breathed on his neck and then nipped at his jawline.

Sam had had enough. He tried to push me away, but I fell back onto his desk and wrapped my legs around his trim waist so that we were in a ...compromising position. As my short leather skirt fell upwards around my waist, he saw that I had conveniently forgotten to wear panties. I let my arms relax and fall back above my head, then slid my foot under the back of his shirt and rubbed my calf across his back. Biting my lip a little, I said in my sexy voice - low and throaty:

He took a deep breath, then grabbed me under the arms and threw me out the door. "Get out, Sierra!" Sam shouted, somewhat unnecessarily. He slammed the door in my face. God only knows what the hell his problem was, you'd think he was self-conscious about something! But I'd seen him without any pants, and that definitely wasn't the case.

Picking myself up, I dusted the dirt off of my white v-neck, then started the long walk homewards. About halfway there, I saw Matt Geller on the other side of the street. I caught his eye, and he crossed over.

"That's not was I was asking about." I winked at him. He knew me well enough by now to know what I was asking.

"I think that's a stupid idea." I laughed.

As we passed the local candy shoppe, I glanced in the window, and what I saw made me stop. "Matt." I pointed.

"Oh, shit. Well, here we go."

The old fat owner of the store was pleading with two masked men, who held a little blonde shop girl at gunpoint. One held a big bag, presumably for the cash. As the second turned the gun on the owner, and Matt and I sprang into action.

Matt crashed through the front window with a flying karate kick, landing on the torso of the gunman. I barreled in, slightly behind him, grabbed the startled second bandit and in one swift move had him on his knees and choked with his own bag.

"Get out!" Matt growled. The gunman scampered out as far as his legs could carry him. The shopgirl started crying and ran to hug the fat owner.

I still held onto my robber. "Were we going to let them go?"

"Are you a coldblooded killer?"

I faltered. "Good point." Begrudgingly, I released the bandit.

The blonde girl was still crying, and the owner was comforting her and staring at us in shock. "It's okay, Astrid, we're going to be fine."

Matt looked back at me. "Yours or mine?"

"I don't think we've ever done it at yours before."

We stepped out through the window and continued down the street. Just before we were out of sight, I caught the shop girl - Astrid? - giving me a look of hatred. What the hell?

I shrugged it off, thinking of the evening Matt and I would have together. If the last one was any indicator, tonight should be amazing. Especially with the adrenaline already pumping in our bodies.

I smell sex and candy hereWho's that lounging in my chair?Who's that casting devious staresIn my direction...Mama this surely is a dreamOh Mama this surely, is a dream

Exercise summary

Kevin White lived his whole life in the shadow of his parents, until the day they died a mysterious death...when their bodies were found in filing cabinets labelled "We Killed These Guys For No Reason", Kevin decided it was his time to step up and become a vigilante. Not to avenge his parents, but to have some fun for the first time in his life. Grabbing a few of his old friends to join him, Kevin dubs their team, "The Vigilant E's". But nothing is as it seems...or is it??

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